Lyrics:
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
Feeling like this year the one
My man can second that
My penmanship is crazy baby this ain't chicken scratch
They used to call me chicken George in my
not to hear a melody in my head
Every time you look at me
There's so much magic in the little things
Making my heart sing
'Cause guys like me
Last time I saw you, baby
I remembered we was only friends
But I put a blindfold around my heart
I'm getting really good at pretend
St. George broke
of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
importantly how to be strong
Country music, George Strait and cartoons
Will forever be your thing and remind me of you
I know your happy livin' in a better
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
down South
Sayin rhymes and makin music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm livin in Long Is-land
Hey when I
Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique
This is drug dealer music but you know I still abuse em
But only if i don’t flip em, all my morals stem from Biggie
And 50, them laws of power been
silly and smart
By George we think she's got it!
Oh my gash!
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
Hercules
So you have to sing some sh**
To make it in music today
Yeah
That's what they keep telling me
You have to sing some sh**
To make it in music today
Oh
hit me on the email
Never trust no female
It's all love in the music but my demons in the details
You can tell by who I eat with that I eat well
I'm
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
We about to drop forty on your head
We about to drop forty on your head
In my pot, got a jay and it's blue
And it's dead
Want to be the champs, broke
by a single lightbulb
Swung through a you-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow
love will still be new
In our hearts there'll still be melodies
A love song warm an' true
Though the world may change as time goes by
We'll never
(George)
Who did you say it was brother
Who was it fell by the way
When whiskey and blood ran together
Did you hear anyone pray?
(Gene)
When
drinking from the bottle
You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth
And,
With the word, all my love came rushing out
And,
Every whisper, it's
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
One day I fell asleep with my face in a book
I was reading George Orwell
Reading George Orwell
One day I fell asleep with my headphones on
I was playing
Do you, Tammy, take this man, George, to be your lawfully wedded husband?
To love and to cherish until death do you part?
I'll take this man and by
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